Chapter 2: No More Computer
I put the finishing touch on my makeup and gave myself a once over in the full length mirror next to my bed. I turned slightly as I inspected my petite, 5'5" frame, with the tiny waist, full, rounded ass, and ample 36D breasts, topped with a full mane of auburn locks. I loved the way my new red dress hugged my curves like a second skin. It was a halter with a plunging neckline that showed off my braless breasts, barely concealing my perfectly shaped nipples. It reminded me of a new fashion I saw on TV which is painted directly onto a naked woman's body. The dress was only slightly less risque.
Satisfied with my appearance I sprayed on a bit of Chanel, grabbed my tiny purse and left my apartment. I was a little nervous. I was meeting someone off the internet for the first time. His name is Steve. You might remember him from our previous encounter.
A few weeks ago, he watched me on my web-cam as I broke in one of my many toys. I had done this several times before, but had never considered meeting one of my online voyeurs in person. Steve was different, though. Something about him and his nine-inch cock made me want to experience him in person. I had been fantasizing about him ever since that night and figured the best way to get it out of my system would be to live it out.
I pulled up to the theater where we had agreed to meet and scanned the crowd in front of the box office. I spotted Steve immediately. He stuck out, being 6'4". While I waited for a parking space, my eyes did a full sweep of his muscular body, from his tight calves and thighs, past the slight bulge already evident in his jeans, up to his broad, muscular chest in the skin tight black T-shirt. I already knew from our online encounters that his cock was a thick nine-incher that I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around.
I checked myself one last time in the vanity mirror before locking my car and approaching Steve. He had his back to me but as I got closer, he turned, and when he saw me, I couldn't help the knowing smirk that sprang to my luscious red lips when I saw the expression on his not quite handsome face.
"Samantha?" he asked.
"Of course," I replied. "Do I look that much different on your computer monitor?" I giggled, a little girlishly. All my nervousness had turned into anxious anticipation of what we were about to do.
Steve's eyes did a slow, lingering once over, focusing a little longer on my ample chest than the rest of my voluptuous body. "Wow! That's some outfit!" He grinned widely and took my arm as we got in line to purchase our tickets.